

GOON
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A novel-in-verse.
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A horrific accident.
An experimental detention center.
A chance at redemption.
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What happens when you want to reinvent yourself
but your past keeps getting in the way?
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GOON is a Young Adult novel
published by Peasantry Press.
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“Goon will break your heart into a million pieces and then put it back together again. Freak, monster, loner, foster kid—Goon struggles to accept his past and learning to trust himself again. This gritty, compelling, essential novel in verse delivers power punches that will stay with readers for a very long time.”
~ Mary Sullivan Walsh, author of High and Dear Blue Sky
“Stunning and poignant, Goon captivates with empathy and love the heart of a character that could easily be misunderstood. Many teen readers will relate.”
~ Linda Oatman High, author of One Amazing Elephant
“A visual narrative that beautifully picks apart the layers of what makes a "troubled kid." GOON is more than the parents and system that failed him––beyond his defense mechanisms is a big heart that pulls you in.”
~ Sabrina Falk, author of Not Far from the Peach Tree
“A powerfully written tale of redemption, told through the eyes of a remorseful teen who’s trying to make things right but can’t seem to stop screwing up.
Miller’s novel-in-verse features a wildly prismatic cast of miscreants,
horses, and hurricanes.
It’s an important and emotionally resounding story for anyone trying to rectify the mistakes they’ve made and rise like a phoenix from the ashes of tragedy, loss, and regret. It’s a hard-edged situation, but Goon will steal your heart, break it, then hand it back to you all healed up.
One of the best young adult novels I’ve read in a long time.”
~ Tim Cummings, author of The Lightning People Play and Alice the Cat
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EXCERPT:
I'm drenched,
from my scuzzy hair down to my stinky socks.
The only t-shirt I own hangs off my body.
It's a disgusting, slimy skin
that I can't wait to shed.
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I wonder what kind of uniform
they'll give me at J-ROT
(that's what my probation officer called where I'm going: Juvenile-Rehab-something-or-other).
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Maybe they'll give me a jumpsuit,
and I'll look like a giant orange.
Or maybe gym clothes. I hope they have size XXL.
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Out the window of the Corrections van,
Florida rolls by, steamy and soggy,
like a pot of something foul
that's been cooking way too long.